I confess it: I love Valentine’s Day. I love the red outfits people wear, Valentine socks, Valentine cookies, vintage Valentines, making Valentines, corny Valentine jewelry, all of it. It’s all an excuse to say, “I love you” to folks you care about, and I don’t see a problem with that.
And I loved Google’s Doodle today:
I always laugh to myself when people say that Valentine’s Day is a Hallmark holiday. It’s only a Hallmark holiday if you buy Hallmark cards, people.
Me? I made each of my daughters the heart pop-up card on this Robert Sabuda page (they were duly impressed and said that I should consider entering the talent show at their school because of my pop-up card making talent), and I got them each a pair of neon canvas sneakers from Target. They were thrilled when they saw those too, and I felt very Valentiney as I drove to work wearing a big pink scarf, thinking of my girls in those day-glo kicks. Cutie pies.
The only thing missing was my hubs, who is finishing up the last leg of a week-long series of back-to-back engagements in California to promote his book and his artwork. He and I usually find heart-shaped Valentine cookies to share, and that’s about all we do for Valentine’s Day. No Hallmark cards, no flowers, nothing elaborate. No expectations. Simple and sweet.
The week without him wasn’t too bad except for missing him, but I did have a really bad day over the weekend when my daughters wouldn’t stop fighting. They had friends over, and even that didn’t stop them from being at each other’s throats, no matter what I said or did to try to get the day back on course. Definitely not cutie pie behavior.
The mom of one of my daughters’ friends came to pick up her daughter and must have seen my sadness. She comforted me by telling me that her kids fight too, and I did feel better. Until my girls started fighting again. It was a long day.
Then, today, when I came home, I saw a little package between my door and the screen door. I opened it and was delighted. Inside, I found a card from the mom who had seen my frustration over the weekend. Under the card, in a poofy cloud of tissue paper, there was a little box of chocolates that said “Enjoy” on the lid. The card offered kind words and a directive to enjoy the chocolates myself. So I did.
Really, what’s not to love about Valentine’s Day?